Well, thank goodness I'm not in any 'on camera' jobs for the next 6 to 8 weeks. Because I'm currently channelling a young Jon Bon Jovi, minus the excellent vocal skills. Oh wait, I do have excellent vocal skills. Never mind.

I went to a different hairdresser and, despite explaining what I needed in order to look fabulous for my impending 30th, ended up with a mullet and a wonky fringe. What was my reaction? I said, 'thank you', paid my pennies and left, mumbling to myself and trying to tuck said 'do' behind my inhumanly small ears. They don't have lobes. But that's for another blog.

A lady doing good voiceover-ing for her happy clients...

Why didn't I say anything?! What madness is this?! It's not a new concept but why do us british find it so hard to complain? If you're paying for a service and it isn't right, you should let it be known shouldn't you? Maybe it's the face to face thing that makes it harder. Most of my work, as a service provider (the service being my dulcet Irish voice tones, nothing dodgy, you...) is conducted via phone or email. Client gets in touch with what they want, I give client what they want, if it's not right the client asks for something else, I give client something else, etc. They certainly let me know if what I've provided isn't right, that's for sure. But I wouldn't expect anything less. And I don't mind at all. They are paying me to meet their brief.

Why on earth didn't I tell this bloke to fix my mop? Why?! I essentially paid him to make me look like a tribute to Rod Stewart circa 1985 which was NOT the brief. Maybe this says more about my character. Hey look, I've sent food back in a restaurant or not tipped the waiter if I didn't think the service was good enough, but these are still technically not direct interactions which the responsible party. Food is cooked by a chef in the back and by the time the service staff see the lack of tip you're mid self righteous flounce outa there.

Perhaps I need to 'strap on a pair', as they say. 'Pair' being metaphorical testicles hinting in a sexist manner at increased strength and 'they' being me, mostly, I think. Is that an Irish saying? That's not for now. And yes, looks like I did just used the word 'testicles' in a professional blog. Twice now. Oh dear.

What is your view? Complain or keep schtum? Voice over folk, do you take it personally when people aren't happy with what you've provided? Or is it all part of the service. Do let me know. I'll have a lot of time on my hands what with not leaving the house at all for the foreseeable future...

January is a funny old one. It's loooong. Except it's not. It's just the standard...(wait, "30 days has September, April, June and Novem...yep) 31 days. I've been busy which is nice. A couple of new clients rearing their heads. One of which lead to a job for which I had to say the word 'police' approximately 1600 times. If ever there was ever an exercise for practising how not to pop your 'P's', this was it. I'll tell you all about that one when it launches in the near future.

Got me thinking, what's your weirdest/longest/most challenging job. How did your year start? Do share. Always interesting to know what folk have been up to in the booth.

Ta ra for now. I'm gigging all weekend at The Stand, Newcastle, on a cracking line up, so must go and practise my jokes.